"Healer! We need you over here now!"
The desperate shout cut through the chaos of the overwhelmed medical center. Elise wiped blood from her hands, leaving crimson streaks on the white towel. Her fingers trembled from exhaustion, but injured civilians kept arriving faster than she could treat them.
The Sanctuary Guild's main medical facility had become a war zone. Stretchers lined every hallway. Wounded hunters and civilians covered the floors where beds had run out. The sharp smell of antiseptic couldn't mask the metallic scent of fresh blood.
"Status report on Section C!" Director Miran shouted from the central triage station. Her white robes were splattered with gore, her usually perfect hair hanging in sweaty strands.
